The silent chorus

The Silent Chorus

In the shadows where voices falter, I am the advocate, the storyteller, For those whose words are sealed in glass, I'll be their voice, let my verses amass.

In quiet corners where dreams are muted, I'm the voice of the unheard, deeply rooted, In every syllable, I'll paint their song, The resilient spirit that keeps them strong.
I'll be the pen for the trembling hand, Speak for those who cannot stand, Against the tides of unjust fate, I'll raise my voice, it's not too late.
For the child whose laughter's never known, For the woman whose cries are silent, alone, For the man whose dreams are shattered glass, I'll be their voice, I'll help them amass.

In the tapestry of human plight, I'll be the colors, the shining light, For every soul that the world ignores, I'll be their voice, open closed doors.
In the realm where hope seems dead, I'll be the words that need to be said, For every heart that beats in despair, I'll be their voice, I'll show I care.
Through my words, their tales unfold, A symphony of the silent, and bold, In every verse, their strength is revealed, and The stories of the unheard, are forever sealed.

So let my lines be a resounding cry, For the ones who have no voice to try, In their name, my pen won't rest, I speak for them, I am their quest.